Copyright January 26, 2001 by Matthew Haldeman-Time

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Pairing (so to speak): Nick Carter/Drew Lachey/Brian Littrell

Disclaimer: The young men who comprise 98 Degrees and the Backstreet Boys are their own people.  The author has not met anyone here described, nor does the author mean to suggest that these people act this way in real life.  This writing is a work of fiction.  I make no money from this venture.

Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor and the Savage Garden slashers.  Also for Becky.

Wherein there's naked Nick, diplomatic Brian, and bad Drew.

Notice: Becky sent me a picture of Nick so that I could see the tattoo on his right shoulder.  (The eighth notes.)  He's in a swimming pool.
        I said to Becky:
        How can one person be that cute?  I want to lick him.
        I can't see his bathing suit.  He must be completely naked.  Happy dirty thoughts.
        You know what he's looking at?  He's looking at Brian, who's trying to coax Drew to skinny dip with them.

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Chased Amy

        Sex in the shower hadn't been an unparallelled success.  Brian had been afraid that they'd slip and fall.  And there had been that broken showerhead, which had ruined the mood.

        They needed more space.  That was their problem.

        When he suggested that they go swimming Tuesday night, Drew had wondered why.  Nick had explained that they were too busy during the day, and that swimming would be a nice, relaxing way to spend the evening.  They would be on tour soon, and it would be good to spend some time together.

        The pool was private.  They wouldn't be disturbed.

        Drew kissed his cheek and went to open the mail.

        Brian looked at him.

        Nick decided not to get nervous.

        Brian said, "I do not need our naked butts and personal activities flashed all over the papers."

        "No one's going to see us."  Drew hadn't suspected anything.  Brian just had to go and read sex into everything he did.  Of course Brian was right, but still.

        "If we-"

        "No one's going to see us!"

        "You don't know that."

        "I'm taking care of it.  I don't want our sex life on camera, either.  Not for the world to see.  Hey, can we-"

        "You are not taking pictures of us having sex."

        "I'm going to ask Drew."

        Nick said something unflattering under his breath.

        Drew insulted Nick's masculinity.

        Nick told Brian.

        Brian made them kiss and make up.

        The zipper on that pair of jeans always got jammed at the most inconvenient times.

        A moonlit pool.  The quiet lap of the water, the intimate presence of the two people closest to him.  How romantic.  Nick couldn't wait to screw Brian.

        And Drew.  He was allowed to do that now.  Life was way too good to him.

        Maybe he wanted them to screw him.  He'd have to decide.  Blowjobs were probably out of the question; his lung capacity wasn't that good.

        "I can't believe you're hard already," Brian said softly, amused.  "We're not even there yet."

        Nick turned red and shifted gears too quickly.  He hated it when Brian caught him off-guard like that.  He was supposed to be the calculating seducer here.  It ruined everything when Brian exposed his eager, inexperienced lust.

        He hated it when Brian flustered him.  He wasn't supposed to be flustered.  He was supposed to be suave.

        "Am I suave?"

        "You're too obvious to be suave."

        "Damn."  He turned down the lane.  "Obvious?  You mean clumsy and...obvious?"

        "You know what you want and you plan to get it.  We know what you want and that you plan to get it.  It's a good thing.  We know what's coming and we still fall for it."

        "That's because you're easy."

        "I'm not easy."

        "Drew's easy."

        Silence.

        Nick chuckled.

        "You could disagree," Drew prompted Brian from the backseat.

        "With what?" Brian asked.

        "Nick said that I'm easy."

        "I'm supposed to disagree?"

        Nick couldn't change.  He didn't have a bathing suit.  He stripped and dove into the water.

        He dove deep and swam deeper, strokes cutting to the bottom of the pool.  After he grazed concrete he arced upward and broke the surface, finding air and tossing back his hair, gazing up at the moon.

        Facing the stars, he drifted backwards, musing.  There was something about this moment that was perfect, so perfect that even he could recognize it.  The solace, the anticipation, the touch of everything in his grasp.

        But there also was a faint vibration of anxiety.  It all could go wrong.  He could lose everything.  Someone could have followed them here; someone with a camera or a gun.  Brian and Drew hadn't emerged from the poolhouse yet; they could be lying in their own blood, an active homophobe with a knife out to teach the world a lesson.

        Those were the fears that edged everything that Nick did and had.

        Maybe that was what separated him from the rest of the world.

        Or maybe that was what made him like the rest of the world.  Maybe everyone feared loss, even in the finest moments.  Especially in the finest moments.

        Maybe they weren't lying in there dead.  Maybe they were in there getting distracted and making out and starting their own little pool party, without the pool.

        He heard a thud and then laughter.  A door opened.  Brian and Drew, talking quietly and chuckling, came across to the edge of the pool.  They sat on concrete and dangled their legs in the water.  They looked friendly and normal and casual.  Nick wanted to take them home with him.

        He ducked underwater and swam in their direction.  They'd picked a spot along one side, far enough away from the shallow end that it was safe for him to reach out and, without warning, seize Brian.

        Brian came up sputtering and hit him a few times.  He hit back.  Drew, from the edge, tugged Brian away from him.  "Stop drowning Brian."

        "He's not drowned," Nick said.

        "Can we drown Nick?" Brian asked.

        "You can try," Nick said with his best sneer.

        "Nick, you...come here," Brian said.

        "I'm right here."

        "Come here."

        He got closer.  Closer.  Closer.  Brian started touching him.  Heh, cool.  Ever one to oblige, Nick got nice and close.  Up close and personal.  With Brian's tongue.

        Then Brian pushed him away and said, "Nick!"

        "What?"

        "What?" Drew asked.

        "You knew I wasn't going to," Nick said.

        "I didn't know you weren't going to at all!  I thought you'd at least start out - - make a pretense or something!"

        "Why?"

        "Get out of the pool."

        "No."

        "You can't...  Someone owns this pool.  Other people use this pool."

        "I'm not going to pee in it."

        "That's good," Drew said.  He seemed to know that he'd missed something again.  He toyed with Brian's damp hair and waited for enlightenment.

        "What are you so worried about?" Nick asked.  "Pubic hair in the pool filter?"

        Drew frowned.

        "You swallow my cum and put your tongue in my ass and you're worried about-"

        "Nick!" Brian said.

        "What?"

        "Wait," Drew said.

        "What?"

        "Wait."

        "What?"

        "Tell me you're wearing a bathing suit."

        "I'm wearing a bathing suit."

        "Don't lie to Drew."

        "He told me to say it."

        "Are you wearing a bathing suit?" Drew asked.

        "No," Nick said.

        "You're naked?"

        "Yes."

        Drew stood.

        "What?"

        Drew hesitated.

        "What?"  Nick watched Drew stand there.  "Brian, do something."

        "What?" Brian asked.

        "Something!  Do something."

        "Stop pushing me!  Give me a minute."

        "Fix him."

        "Why is it always up to me?"

        "I break him, you fix him.  That's how this works."

        "No, it isn't."

        "He's your husband.  He's your responsibility."

        "You're like a kid with a dog.  You want to play with him, and I'm the one who has to take him for walks."

       "What's your point?"

        Drew started to back up a little, glancing around the pool area.

        "Shit," Nick said, and gave Brian another shove.  "Do something."

        Brian shoved him in return and climbed out of the pool.

        Nick drifted backwards a little, watching.

        Nick wanted to screw the consequences.  Nick wanted to screw Drew.  And Brian.  Or get screwed.  He wasn't picky.

        Nick could talk Drew into most things.  It was a gift that he abused frequently.  But some things required Brian's more diplomatic touch.

        He wasn't sure why or how Brian would talk Drew into skinny-dipping with them, if Brian didn't want to do it, either.

        It wasn't that Nick wanted to get caught.  He'd be extremely upset if their nighttime swim ended up on "Entertainment Tonight."  This was a very private event, and he was running the risk of ending up on the front page or in jail.

        He also really wanted to be here and do this, tonight.  It was kind of a seize the day thing.  They were going to go on tour, and be separated, and get stressed.  Tonight was an opportunity that he wasn't prepared to miss.

        Maybe that was why Drew started touching Brian's arm.

        "Okay.  That's fair."  Nick's fingers trailed water down Drew's cheek.  "You're not naked."

        "He will be in a minute," Brian said, and ducked underwater.

        "I want to learn all of the things that you do," Drew said.  "You should take me scuba diving.  Brian!"  He swam away a few feet.

        Brian resurfaced and tossed Drew's trunks out of the pool.  "What are you doing the whole way over there?"

        Suddenly Drew was gone.

        Nick grinned.

        Brian's eyes widened.

        Nick watched.

        Brian yelped.

        Brian's trunks floated to the surface.

        Whoa!  Nick jumped, startled.  Drew popped up before him, grinning wickedly.  "Bad Drew!"

        Drew smiled innocently and turned to hunt down Brian.

        The fun began.

        Then they turned on Nick.

        Nick had two lovers.  Which meant that he had emotional resources and unwavering support and unconditional love and steady companionship from not one but two strong people.

        It also meant that he could have Brian kissing him and rubbing against him and fondling his balls at the same time he had Drew behind him and inside him.  Which made for one hell of an orgasm.

        Brian was hanging in the water at the pool's edge.  Drew was clinging to him, half-asleep.

        Brian sang softly, stroking Drew's back, watching Nick.

        "Thank you," Drew said.  "For tonight."

        "Thank you," Nick said.  "And thank you."

        "I'm glad we did it," Brian said.

        "There's a lot that we do together that I can't write home about," Drew said.

        "Save it for your memoirs," Nick said.  "You had fun?"

        "Yes."

        "A lot," Brian said.  "We're never doing that again."

        "I know."  Now that he'd had the experience, once was enough.  He'd only wanted to have it that one time, to feel it, to know what that night could be like.  Now he knew.  Trying to duplicate it would be a mistake.

        He yawned and wrapped himself in Drew.

        Drew yawned into his hair.

        Cosy.  Nice.  Sleep now.

        "Good night," Brian said softly, brushing a kiss across his nape.

        Nick fell asleep to Drew's hand smoothing over his thigh.